Jin Qingyue really didn't want to make this trip; it was such a waste of time.
But there was no other way.
His Avatars were still too few, and the local True Immortals nurtured by Taiping Dao over these years were too disappointing and difficult to trust.
When it came down to it, they could only conscript their own strong men.
What a bitter reality.
Sighing, Jin Qingyue threw the bothersome fellow into Cold Wind Valley, confining him there.
Then he dusted off his hands and returned to his seclusion, undisturbed by any dust.
However, in the outside world, as his actions confirmed the punishment of True Immortal Yu Shipei by Taiping Dao, the previously clamorous voices, as if choked, suddenly stalled, and everyone found themselves at a loss for words.
No one had expected Taiping Dao to actually be serious.
They were so ruthless with their own sect's True Immortals, striking without pity as soon as there was talk of it.
These were True Immortals, after all.
